Chapter 86: Mean Girl, Part 1

"You are not crashing this concert," Olivia said the following morning. Her voice was disgusted but a bit high pitched, too, with obvious anger.

I barely glanced at her as I hitched the strap of my backpack higher on my shoulder and marched toward class. Maybe if I ignored her, she'd just go away.

"Did you hear me?" Her heels clicked hard and fast against the tiled floor as she fell into step beside me.

Well, so much for her going away.

I stopped and faced her. "If you have a problem with me going, maybe you should talk to Simon. He invited me," I said, knowing that bothered her just as much as me physically being at the concert.

Even though I'd tried to wiggle my way out of going, he was very convincing, and I did like him. . . in a strictly platonic way. I refused to let his sister bully me.

"Oh, I did." She crossed her arms and raised one of those perfectly manicured brows. "He refuses to listen to me, but you will."